Uarda : a Romance of Ancient Egypt — Volume 08 by Georg Ebers
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"Well?"
Rameri took a most beautiful white rose out of his robe and said: "It is very childish, but I thought how it would be if I might put this flower with my own hands into your shining hair. May I?" "It is a splendid rose! I never saw such a fine one." "It is for my haughty princess. Do pray let me dress your hair! It is like silk from Tyre, like a swan's breast, like golden star-beams--there, it is fixed safely! Nay, leave it so. If the seven Hathors could see you, they would be jealous, for you are fairer than all of them." "How you flatter!" said Uarda, shyly blushing, and looking into his sparkling eyes. "Uarda," said the prince, pressing her hand to his heart. "I have now but one wish. Feel how my heart hammers and beats. I believe it will never rest again till you--yes, Uarda--till you let me give you one, only one, kiss." The girl drew back. "Now," she said seriously. "Now I see what you want. Old Hekt knows men, and she warned me." "Who is Hekt, and what can she know of me?" "She told me that the time would come when a man would try to make |
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